Anita began to swing her foot, so that her slipper dropped to dangle from her toes.
“You closed the library door!”
“Yes, I did! I peeked in and saw that Dad was there so I pushed it almost shut!”
“Why?”
“Because—because he was so nosey always!”
“I see. Where were you when you heard Susan scream?”
“I was—I was playing billiards, of course.”
“So you ran up the back stairs and down the front to get to the library, eh? Better cover up your legs before you catch cold,” he added dryly. “They don’t interest us.”
Anita sat up quivering, between fright and rage, flung the overcoat across her knees and glared at him.
“You—you growly old beast!” she stammered.